Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.